cold

so I have this darn sore throat and its creeping up into my ears. I know, adults shouldn't get ear aches, but then explain why my ears hurt so much, along with my throat and my neck? Being sick totally stinks. Remind me to never get sick again. I'm hoping the antibiotic kicks in fast, it hasn't felt like its made a difference yet, so we'll see. I can't remember feeling so miserable before.

Any suggestions for kicking a cold fast?

going under

yes, I am going under the knife tomorrow. I'm not thrilled, but I really am ready to get this behind me. I wanted to thank everyone for your kind words, it gives me a lot of comfort and I appreciate all of your thoughtfulness. It sure helps to know I'm not the only one who has had to go through a miscarriage. So thank you.

I'm not looking forward to being put under anesthesia, that part is the worst, trying to get it out of your system afterwards...yuck! The D&C is an outpatient thing, so at least I get to go home and try to purge all the heavy drugs out of my body while in the comfort of my own home. My mom is so wonderful, she's letting the kids sleep over tonight because I have to be at the hospital at 6:30 in the morning. Can you imagine trying to get up an hour and a half earlier, to get the entire family out of the house by a quarter to 6? No thanks.

There is good and bad to having surgery...the good, we are leaving on our annual beach vacation on Thursday...the bad, I only have one day to get back on my feet before we head down to Southern Cali. The Doctor tried to get me in earlier but there was a C-section scheduled in front of me. What can you do, right?

We are first staying in Anaheim to play at Disneyland, Mark found a hotel room through hotwire.com for only $66, and guess what hotel it ended up being...the Hyatt!! We were only shooting for a 3 1/2 star room, but I'll take the Hyatt any day of the week!! Then after our jaunt through the happiest place on earth, we move on to our beach house!

So recovering down at the beach will be wonderful. I love the sound of the waves crashing on the beach, the seagulls above the sea...for some reason, I don't mind the noise of seagulls. Maybe because our beach trip is one week out of the year and whenever I hear them it takes me back. I could inhale the salty sea air for the rest of my life!! And I can't resist the moisture in the air that softens my skin and curls my hair, and makes Bryanna's coil up even more. One day, we will have a place by the beach, whether to plant ourselves permanently or not...one day.

As for today, I'm psyching myself up for the adventure in the hospital tomorrow. Or, better yet, I've been keeping myself busy so I don't have to even think, and just do.

One of "those" nights

Last night started off great. The kids went down around 8 pm or so, and that left Mark and I to get some things done. He worked on our website, and I cleaned (as usual). Around 10 pm, I headed up stairs, got ready for bed and picked up my book. I'm reading The Host by Stephenie Meyer, and I really like it, so far. I bought the book last May read the first two chapters, didn't like it, put down and now I'm finally getting around to reading it.

Surprisingly, I like the storyline. The first three to four chapters were pretty deceiving for me, thought the book was going to be a gruesome sci-fi, strictly alien talk kind of story...but Stephenie hasn't let me down!

So I read a part in the book about one of the characters dying from cancer last night, and it was all too real. I felt the pain and misery and the sting of death tasted too close. The last time I read something that made me feel this way was The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch who died of pancreatic cancer last fall.

Those kind of nights make me stop, think about what I have to lose in my own life, and pray for protection and guidance from the Lord, forbid anything happen. Life is so darn precious here on earth. In these instances, I become so grateful for eternal families. I would become a train wreck if anything happened to my kids or my husband.

I went to sleep, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep. I was awakened by a screaming Bryanna. Poor kid had the stomach bug and had it coming out both ends. I think it always catches me by surprise, this stupid bug usually comes in the middle of the night. Why doesn't it happen during the day when I'm already awake and can handle it much better?

To say the least, today will be a down day. She is doing much better and is much happier this morning, although she tossed her breakfast (applesauce) up again. She didn't wake up til 11:30 this morning! Talk about knocking her out!

Fantastic...

Is how I wish I felt. I caught a horrible stomach flu...which hit me at 3 am last night. Its just the worst when you're woken up to your stomach twisting and turning and you don't know whether to up-chuck or sit on the john. And you wish it was just one or the other. I had liquid coming from both ends, which is never a beautiful sight, or for that matter, makes you feel like you just got ran over by an 18 wheeler and every joint in your body aches.

I was doing so well, last week I worked up to a 9 minute 50 second mile speed for three miles on the treadmill at the gym (not bad for not running all summer!), and now I feel like I have to start all over again, weak and out-of-shape. Just getting to the gym, with both the kids, was a herioc effort for me. Don't worry Lyndsay, I will come once the aches go away. Sheesh...sometimes I feel like my efforts are in vain and that getting in shape is all mental, just to see the physical results.

And not to mention this nasty little bug ruined my Fast Sunday and all my preparations to sub for the Primary Chorister. It doesn't make a difference eating or not, because the thought of food still makes my stomach turn, but the spiritual part of the fast is what I looked forward to. I was planning on having such a fun time with all the primary kids today too...music is such a huge part of our worship.

Maddox came down with this Thursday night...you know, liquid out both ends, but I thought we were all safe when Saturday came, we were all so productive, Mark trenching for the electrical for the waterfall in the planter and I canned some Raspberry jam and no one was puking yet...WRONG! At least Maddox is feeling better...let's just cross our fingers Bryanna and Mark don't get it.

Thank goodness for Ginger-ale, Imodium AD and Advil Gel caps...